Lyrical Breakdown of FTCU (SLEEZEMIX) (feat. Travis Scott, Chris Brown & Sexyy Red) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "FTCU (SLEEZEMIX) (feat. Travis Scott, Chris Brown & Sexyy Red)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Nicki Minaj weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "FTCU (SLEEZEMIX) (feat. Travis Scott, Chris Brown & Sexyy Red)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Nicki Minaj employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Nicki Minaj's narrative.
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Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (this the sleezemix, Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (this the sleezemix, Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (this the sleezemix, Flocka)
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionare)
Heavy on it (yeah)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
High heels on my tippies
Dolce & Gabbana, that's on my titties
Cop me Vetements when I ride the dickie
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippie
I will never slippy like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch, nigga, throw on ya mitty
Uh, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars worth of brickies
Told 'em to keep 50, my cut nine-50, bitchy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Back-to-back I came, back to fuck the club up
Is that that bitch I made rich last night?
I think it was her
Ski mask on, Oakleys on my eyes, I'm undercover
I had to fly to Nice, she nice
Back on that Monaco coast
That bitch is gon' sound like a boat
I'm paying a fee and a price
That 's my lil' freak, she bi
She got a lil' baby that wan' stay the night
I'm sinkin' my teeth, she seekin' advice
I'm tryin' to record, gotta stick my phone in rice
Gotta lock in with that b-bitch
She done fell in love with me, jumped on that headfirst
She gon' think I popped a pill 'cause I fucked her 'til she burst (pop it)
Yeah, let me see you work (work)
Can you twerk, can you squirt? (Tweak)
All this money on me soon as I hit the club, they get alert
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up
(Can you twerk, can you squirt? Can you twerk, can you squirt?) (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up
(Can you twerk, can you squirt? See you work, can you twerk?) (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up
(Can you twerk, can you squirt? Can you twerk, can you squirt?) (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up
(Can you twerk, can you squirt? Can you twerk, can you squirt?) (Flocka)
I just fucked on OF and I hope I don't get caught
I just fucked an influencer, turned her to a thot
She just took a Tesla before she gave me top
Her boyfriend is a heckler, he beggin' her to stop
Big booty bitch, coochie is the juiciest
She wear that jumbo Chanel like a crucifix
She got on Van Cleefs and pearls like a bougee bitch
I told her go and pop that pussy 'cause I'm really rich (I mean)
I shoot my shot at a bitch, and I know I won't miss, but these niggas be blocking like goalies
I threw my bro an assist and he threw it right back, and you claiming that bitch like a trophy
I'm out in Italy with an Italian bitch and she eat the dick up like Cannoli
Then she showed up with her man at a fashion event, and tried acting like she didn't know me
Club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, aight bitch, Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (I'ma fuck this whole shit up, Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (baow, baow-baow, baow; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (it's Sexyy, Flocka)
Say he like my accent and he say he like my swag
Call me Mrs. Take Your Nigga, I'll take your nigga fast
Stiletto pumps on in the club, acting bad
All the niggas choosing on me 'cause they know I got that ass
S-E-X-the-Y (brr)
I do splits on the D like exercise (oop)
I'm just stating facts, F-E-N-D-I
Prints On, or Versace, or we on Off-White, uh
I'm a rich hood bitch in the mall poppin' tags
I be on some coolin' shit, don't make me reach up in my bag
Higher than a motherfucker, you would think I popped a Xan
In the club, fucked up, hoes muggin', I'll beat you ass (ay-yah)
Who think they can fuck with Sexyy?
I be hangin' with them shooters, so like why would you test me?
Yeah, I'm a bad bitch, but this shit can get messy (I'm blind)
I ain't gotta lift a finger, I just look at my bestie, yeah
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this club up (it's Sexyy; Flocka)
Fuck this, fuck this club up (it's Sexyy; Flocka)
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this club (Flocka)
Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)